Self Loathing

Self Loathing short poem

She often wondered

what if she could,

just once,

watch herself

from the outside.

Atleast that

Would make

the self loathing

Disappear.

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Teacher. Learner. Seeker. Doer. Thinker. Dreamer. Adventurer. Risk taker. Realist. Passionate. Harmonizer. Rules bender. Chaotically creative. Constructively self destructive. Non conformist. Complicated. Trend setter. Nocturnal. Easily high on sugar. A pragmatic escapist. A brutally honest critic. hard to convince . harder to impress. Good at wearing masks. And tearing others’ masks too. Believer in the fluidity of identity. Neruda, TS Eliot, Plath and Woolf - my inspirations. Shadows. Silences. Subconscious. Perfectionist. Individualistic. Detest regimentation. Second hand books, bubbles, balloons, rain drops dancing on the windshield of a fast moving car, lakesides, seasides and mountains make me happy. So do cupcakes, wine, freebies in expensive hotels, the last page of a good book, handicrafts and the smell of grass. post-it notes define me. cleaning is therapeutic. Mathematically challenged. Milk is my drug.Stagnation petrifies me,so do snakes and spiders. Lost a friend 6 years ago. Stopped writing poetry. I imagine. I’m a survivor.
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